The Summer I Turned Pretty Wattpad Novels & Stories

She should not have given in when Charlotte pestered her. She sighed. Having no choice, she first put Charlotte on Mark’s back, and then she followed by climbing onto his back. Charlotte wiped her tears and broke out in a smile. “Pesky little girl!” Summer gently poked a finger at Charlotte’s forehead. “If I were a pesky little girl, then Mommy would be a pesky woman. Mommy, it is your turn to make a song request.” Summer pretended no more since she had climbed up onto his back. She just wanted to end this as soon as possible. “I’m a Little Teapot…”

I know she’s been photographed topless with just her hair artfully covering her breasts in the past; I’ve got the image saved to my phone along with dozens of others. Hoarding pictures of Aubrey Campbell is my dirty little secret. From the moment I first saw her, I wanted to claim her. Make her mine. Knowing she’s been practically naked in front of others is a totally different thing to actually seeing her bare herself. The possessive beast inside me won’t allow it. “No more. From now on no one sees your pretty little tits and juicy ass.” “Wha—I don’t…” I close the distance between us, causing her to look up so she can meet my eyes. “No one sees what’s mine.” “Y-yours?” “Mine.”

I frowned. Only then did I notice the stinging pain in my hand. It finally dawned on me that I had been reborn, returning to the time when Summer and Shawn were secretly flirting with each other. Looking at the two of them, I slowly curved my lips into a smile. My fingernails dug into my palm until my flesh tore and blood seeped out, yet I felt nothing at all. … Summer, an heiress, was struck in broad daylight by me, an adopted daughter of the Crawfords.

She stared at him, intently. “One crazy summer, he exchanged with my place. I was delighted to be free of Cedric’s wrath and Caiden was delighted to meet all of you. He became obsessed of being outside and not only that, he was also obsessed of you.” I bowed down and couldn’t help but clutch my head as I remember those summers I spend with Alex. Did I really do all this with her? Am I really that romantic as a child? I guess, even if I lose all my memory, I am still sweet. I continue listening to my twin and can’t help but bite the straps of my bag so as to endure the pain on my head.

~Miss Pretty Seeing the first page of her diary made her cry. That was the time she started to write a diary about her feelings for Thyago. That was the time she started to foolishly fall for him. When she looked closely at the page, something suddenly took her attention when she saw a little note written below her notes. When she checked it, it was like a note so she read it. Dearest Miss Pretty: I have a confession to make. The very first time I saw that cute little girl named Bea, I know something strange tugged in my chest deep inside and maybe I'm not aware of it. She was so adorable, cute, shy, and smart.

Over summer break, right after graduation, my parents, Stuart and Rachel Powell, decided the whole family would take a road trip together. But the moment I hauled my suitcase up to the car door, Mom's hand shot out to stop me. "There's no room. Maybe you should just sit this one out." She glanced back at the seat behind her. "Aiden doesn't want you along, either. He's not feeling well right now, so give way to him." My knuckles went white on the suitcase handle, and my throat turning bitter. Aiden was the biological son they'd lost years ago and only just found again. Ever since he came back, everything that used to be mine had gone to him. Slowly, I'd been pushed to the margins of t

“Well. It's a long story that I’ll tell you all about in the next couple of days, but… Mitch and I stumbled onto something at the house earlier today and found out that my Grandad Bill left me… well. An absolutely stupid amount of money.” Jessie’s brows shot up and she shook her head even as Mitch gave her a single nod. “Aiden! I don’t care how much money you got, I can’t let you do this. It would be way too much.” Jacob just gaped and nodded in agreement with Jessie, seemingly at a loss for words. “Nope. Not doing this,” Aiden shot back with a smile. “You’re my sister-bestie. This is happening, end of story. You guys pick a date and I will work the magic.”

"Ophelia, I'll take you to the beach." I looked down at my feet. It turned out that they had already become transparent. A sad smile decorated my face as I nodded in response.

"Yours is on the twenty-fifth of February. You have three sisters, Rosa bell, Anne, and Marie and an enormous more distant family relatives. You hate spinach and are afraid to honey bees, you like… " "Enough!" He cut a fretful hand through the air before his face, stopping her suddenly. "This is verging on being stalkerish and it demonstrates nothing other than you have a frightening amount of data about me, which I can't help but confess, I'm quite awkward with." "Barely stalkerish." she shook her head.

He was still muttering inwardly about how fascinating the changes that came along when one turned 18 years old were. … At Hartford Manor, Rose was waiting anxiously for Summer to return. It felt like her WhatsApp account was about to explode at any moment that day. Countless people sent her messages, but they were not asking about that incident anymore. "Rose, has Summer gone mad? She got rough with Annie in the classroom today!" "Rose, are there two Summer Hartfords living in your house? A completely different Summer came to school today and thoroughly punished Annie and her gang!" "Are you feeling better these days, Rose? Well… I just wanted to know where Summer got her plastic surgery don